As I write this, the countdown to departure is officially at 17 days. I’m currently on an Amtrak train – which, might I add, is an hour and a half late – on my way down to Charlotte, NC to visit one of my best friends who I haven’t seen in quite a while. Though the delay is frustrating, I’ve had my new Macbook (thanks Luke!!) and some good music to occupy my time (“The Best of What’s Around” by Dave Matthews Band is currently drowning out the muffled conversations which surround me). Oh yeah, and I’m enjoying the air conditioning! Unfortunately, that wasn’t the case last week. Allow me to explain.
I love hot weather! I’ll take 90 degrees and sunny over 20 and overcast every single time. I can even find enjoyment in physical activity in 100 degree heat. But until last week, I drastically underestimated the refuge which air conditioning provides. A forecast of 98-102 degrees throughout the week was an ominous sign for a house with a broken air conditioning unit. As the sun scorched outside during the day, we sought shelter in the shade of the house. However, when the thermostat read 89 degrees inside the house at 11pm, our shelter from the sun felt more like a torture chamber. And inside that uncomfortable house we were sweating and smiling; smiling because God cares! I’ve never been to Palenque, Mexico in July, but I imagine the jungle heat will be a bit oppressive. And since my tent doesn’t have central air, I suppose now is a good time to begin getting used to the heat. So while some would view the situation as simply a broken A/C unit, I’m choosing to view it as an act of God’s love. Though the actual trip doesn’t start for another 17 days, my formal and informal training have been an ongoing process. Apparently that includes a few unbearably hot nights.
I don’t think an A/C repair man has even been as welcomed as when he showed up at our house!
Ugh, the train is stopped again. I wonder if there is a lesson in this also…
